The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-03-19
THE DANCE OF DEATH.
FROM THE SOUTHERN BIvoUAo."

Philander Darby entered the read
fng room OF the club. At the granite
threshold of the building he had hest
tated, but the ever ofhabit is strong,
and for five years it had been his hab-
it to spend from one TO three hours
daily in the luxurious apartments set
apart for the choice spirits composing
the club.
He had hesitated on this occasion,
not because he had ever failed in be-
ing welcome accession to the groups
OF young men usually to be found
engaged in the occupations OF the
place, but, without doubt because OF
unusual circumstances environlng his
own personality. For the fact is, it
was the morning OF Darby's marriage
day.
That evening the multiform benefac-
tions OF the gods to him were to be
crowned by the gift OF q wife OF his own
hearts choosing. Under these circum-
stances, therefore, it was, perhaps,
natural that the bridegro ON elect
should Have hesitated to brave the at
tention his presence was sure to call
forth in tine rooms of the club. Luck
ily when he entered there were not half
dozen fellows present, and these were
in n group at one OF the tables, evil
IDENTIFY engrossed in the discussion OF
some subject calculated to divide in
terest with the topic naturally suggest
ed by the unconscious self-conscious-
ness OF the new arrival.
They were highbred young bloods,
those of the Jockey Club. The court
esy OF their greeting to Darby may
have been trihe more pronounced
than usual, that was all. Not the lift
OF an eyelid as they made room Tor
him, betrayed cognizance or the happy
destiny they knew to be imminent for
him. His best man expectant, Hardin
Golden, displayed admirable finesse
in setting all paroles at ease.
1--WE have Just been discussing the
freak of fate which has victimized
poor Darrow," he said addressing
Darby.
"Darrow-what OF f.m?"
"Man alive! Have you not heardy
Why, the morning papers are full OF
the shocking occurrence"
"The paperes / have neglected to
look into; IL have been otherwise
engaged" stammered Darby.
Hardin nodded.
IL understand. Well, Darrow poor
fellow, met an awful death last even
ing"
at can't be possible! Why, ! walk
ed with him on Carleton Terrace as
late as O'Clock, and when l parted
from him he told me he was going
directly home
ayes. Yet it was not two blocks
distant from the terrace where he was
tripped by the trailing loop of a tele-
graph wire. AS fate would have it, at
the same moment there was q train
running at full speed upon the elevat.
ed road above; the buffer caught in the
wire, and the locomotive rushed on,
dragging the coils in which Darrow,
poor devil, was being tossed like a
shuttlecock. Over and over he was
whirled, till the wire broke, and he
was dropped into an obscure street,
mangled and lifeless."
Darby shivered; he made no com.
ment. It was on awful story to have
heard on his bridal morning. How
might a mortal bribe Fate who
rode as in the car OF Juggernaut, grind
ing out the lives OF the happy and
wretched alikef
The flippancy of Bret Crosby Jared
upon his mood:
at strikes me that's about the
style Deaths adopted these latter
DAYS" commentsd that young fash
ionable breaking the silence. Hes
an ill-mannered monster that's not
got the politeness OF a French dancing
master when he pounces upon and
waltzes of to destruction with a fel-
low, as he's done with barrow"
D "Fata viam invenienL," muttered
GRAVITY. There were Giles, Fleming
and Hoyt as well as Darrow."
There was an uncomfortable pause.
The tragic deaths which had befallen
the uuartette OF their members IN the
past eighteen months were not en-
liveninq events TO revert to.
ssThe mare that broke Tleming's
neck had been landed but . week IN
| he country from Arabia" said Bret
| Cosby: lone would think she had